I was ready to head out early the morning following the discovery of an illegal hunter on the property next to ours. I intended to have a closer look at the area that I call “the island”, where I saw the hunter disappear to. This stretch of woodland juts out into a soybean field, creating … More A Foiled Attempt
During the month of December, it was common to find me traveling west in the electric buggy to the pecan orchard’s old river channel area where a large, globe-shaped elm tree stood. After exhausting the supply of cat brier on our original ten acres, I took to sawing down larger elm limbs for Emma and Ronnie … More A Mystery Unfolds In The Woodlands
“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Over-thinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve.” Egypt ~ The Good Vibe In five weeks, deer hunting season will end and, on January 16th, we will release orphaned fawns Emma and Ronnie. Five years ago, we set the same … More Letting Nature Take Its Course
Weekends are usually the same as every other day for me, except that I am not on FD’s work schedule, meaning I do not get up quite as early to prepare breakfast and open up the storage building where our vehicles are stored, and unlock the front gate before he heads to work. This morning … More Hear Me Roar!
Monday morning of this past week, I set out early to the pecan orchard property to cut a few Siberian Elm limbs and some cat brier for Emma and Ronnie deer. In the distance along the old river channel dike, I saw the dead coyote that FD shot Saturday, still intact, hanging on the fence. It … More Harvesting Acorns and Keeping Watch
Emma and Ronnie healed fairly quickly after they ran themselves into the deer pen fences nearly two weeks ago. Ronnie’s ripped nostril continued to dry, then crack and bled again for a few days. And finally by the weekend, new, pink skin formed and the wound healed over. Somehow, the broken antler nub welded back onto … More Time of Healing